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Potholes In My Lawn Lyrics

Artist: De La Soul
Album: 3 Feet High And Rising

Yo something's wrong here. No not again!)(Get the daisies for the...)Potholes in my lawnDOVE:Everybody's sayin'What to do when suckin' lunatics start diggin' and chewin'They don't know that the Soul don't go for thatPotholes in my lawnAnd that goes for my rhyme sheetWhich I concentrated so hard on seeI don't ask for maximum securityBut my dwellin' is swellin'It nipped my bud when I happened to fallInto a spotWhere no ink or an ink-blotWas on a scrollI just wrote me a new 'mot'But now it's goneThere's noSuckers knew that I hateTo recognise that every time I'm writin'It's gone(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a)(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)Potholes in my lawnPOS:I've found that it's not wiseTo leave my garden untended'Cause eyes have now pardoned all laws of privacyEven paws are after my writerSee, I've found that everyone's sayin'What to do when suckers are preyin'On my well-guarded spreadsheetsOh why, hell does it send up fleetsOf evil-doers through the big holeTo get to evil-doers who dig holesWhich leaves my lawn with lawn-chewI think I'd better plant traces to give cluesOr better yet call 911And when they get here I inform them I'm the Plug OneOpen a chair and let them realize the reasonFor concern of the Soul,'Cause we've come down with a case of potholes(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a)(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)Potholes in my lawn(Who stole, who stole, who stole the cookiefrom the cookie jar?)DOVE:Now you got the messageWhat to do when you dieThe death that I predict in 'Plug Tunin'It's a shame that you deny to claimThat you stole my words of fameThat I wrote in my rhyme sheetWhich I concentrated so hard on, seeI don't ask for a barbed wire fence, BBut my dwellin' is swellin'It nipped my bud when I happened to fallInto a spotWhere no ink or an ink-blotWas on a scrollI just wrote me a new 'mot'But now it's gone there's noSuckers knew that I hateTo recoginse that every time I'm writin'It's gonePotholes in my lawn(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a)(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)